Spellbound in the Stacks

by K. Iwancio

I lived for reading. It was the least expensive and easiest way to escape my completely fucked up life.

My eyes followed the shifting curve of his ass as he made his way out.

Napping in my cat form was endlessly better than taking a snooze while human.

Whoa. Hold up. Showering meant this man was going to get naked in front of me.

The cat had since become transfixed on, what seemed to be, my junk. I hoped my dick didn’t look like an enticing toy.

“Even though she’s a super-hot nerd, she’d probably think that I’m a complete dork and laugh in my face.”

would’ve really liked to have someone to show me the ropes, bounce ideas off of, or even ask for a second opinion on things.

But for now, I was going to enjoy the fact that I finally had pussy in my bed for the night.

“The counter looks like a great place to…claim you as mine.”

While she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on, her mouth was downright filthy.

Her black hair was a tangled mess. I felt a surge of delight in my dick as I realized that I was the reason she looked so deliciously wrecked. There was a rosy flush to her cheeks as she lost herself to the moment. Long lashes tickled along the plump ridge of her cheeks. Her lips were parted, just so.

I didn’t have the stomach or the heart for scary movies.

I couldn't help it when he was the most deliciously vocal man I'd ever been with.

I wanted to consume her with only the stars as witnesses.

Call me old fashioned but most women want that cheesy romantic gesture at least once in their life.

The best part was the thigh-high slit in the long, loose skirt. All I could think about was Aidan sliding his hand up there.

Why couldn’t my birthday have been in the summer when it got dark around nine o’clock instead of this five o’clock bullshit.